Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

scent that Evelyn always used to mask the smell of the coal oil heater in the hallway. She was sitting at her yellow formica table, her knitted green shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders despite the afternoon heat.

“He slept six hours straight last night,” Evelyn said, her voice quiet and precise. “No coughing. No gasping for the inhaler at three continue reading …